Everybody knows how important sleep is to our health. The amount and quality of sleep we get each night radically affects almost every aspect of our health, from our hearts to our weight to our mental health. Sleep deprivation causes a startling amount of car accidents each year. In fact, the CDC reports that 1 in 20 adults has fallen asleep at the wheel. I know there were many times when I was working several jobs or working and going to school at night when I was too tired to drive safely. Yet I did anyway.
I am working on losing weight. Again. Or maybe still. However I phrase it, the end result is the same. I have been saying I was going to work on losing weight and I only gave it a little bit of a try. Couple that with the foot injuries I have been battling and the extra weight has been hanging around like a bad penny.
I decided I need a holistic and more of a project approach to this. By project I mean I need to be a good planner. I need to plan what I am going to eat and when and also when I will exercise. By looking at losing weight in a holistic manner I realized that I do not get nearly enough sleep!
There are many reasons why people don't sleep enough - they are working, doing housework, night owls, drink too much caffeine, and on and on. I tend to do a lot of little things around the house after Lilly is asleep and then I unwind by fooling around on the computer or watching some television. What does this mean? I need to change several little routines so that I can make the bigger change of going to sleep earlier and waking up without being exhausted still.
Since I am working full time at a summer camp for 7 weeks, I think I will be forced to get enough sleep. I know it will be exhausting! The person who came to speak to us from the camp's insurer even spoke about the dangers of sleep deprivation, as did the camp director.
With all that being said, I think part of it is that I just have to get myself into bed! Easier said than done for this night owl....
How much sleep do you get per night? What are some tips for getting a good night's sleep?
Friday, June 22, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
lessons learned
ahhh....The first day of summer break. Yesterday was the last day of the 2011-2012 school year. This past year I have learned so much about myself as a coach, a mother, a wife, a peson.
- I am stronger than I thought I was.
- I will fight for my family when needed.
- I have an amazing network of colleagues who are talented, funny and supportive.
- I don't always know what is going on behind the scenes when I am speaking to a teacher. I need to find out before making judgements.
- If I listen, they will talk. In one week 3 different women shared very personal stories with me.
- I am a good mother.
- I like working.
- They are not exclusive of each other. You CAN be a good working mother.
Finally, I learned that I cannot blog as often as I like! The past 6 weeks I have not written one blog post. I started writing a post about sleep. Was that a hint? I think so. Maybe I will finish that one, because it is a perpetual theme in my life. I don't get enough sleep. I want more. I need more.
I am working at an amazing summer day camp starting next Monday. I spent the past weekend (Thursday-Sunday) at orientation and training. It was a blast! I was invigorated by the high-energy of the owners/directors and other camp staff. I am thrilled that Lilly gets to have this experience because I am working there. The program I am running is called Passport because it is in essence "cooking around the world." I may just be updating my other blog Girls Can Grill with some of the recipes. Of course I won't be grilling anything really, so there may need to be a name change.
I plan on returning to the world of blogging here on the Mommy Chronicles, as well. I miss writing!
Happy Summer!!
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Maurice Sendak, 1928-2012
There are many children's book authors who have been major influences in my life: Theodore Geisel, Beverly Cleary, Eric Carle, Don Freeman, Stan & Jan Berenstain, Johnny Gruelle, author of the Raggedy Ann series, Noel Streatfeild, and innumerable more. But perhaps none has had such an ongoing influence than Maurice Sendak. In particular, Max and the Wild Things of the book Where the Wild Things Are, has followed me through my life.
When I was a little girl my mom brought me every week or so to library school, which was at least what I called the library preschool program in our urban city of Irvington, NJ. I remember many things about that library: the blue plastic railing going down to the basement where the children's room was; a bird who resided there, or maybe just visited, who I believed talked; the large, seemingly life-like cardboard cut-outs of the Wild Things and Max. Again, maybe they were painted, maybe they were cardboard, but large they were. Max and the Wild Things became part of my weekly visits to the library. What was originally apprehension at the sight of them became familiarity after I knew the story.
Fast forwarding several years to my post graduate classes I was taking to get my teaching certificate, we used Where the Wild Things Are as an example of a book that has wordless pages. The beauty of this book and others like it is how it gives children the opportunity to write their own story. I loved reading this book to my class and hearing all the different scenarios my preschool students would present. Several years later I attended a 3 day course called the Children's Literary Initiative or CLI. This book in particular was mentioned as one that introduces new vocabulary to children. What is a rumpus anyway? Whatever it is, let me in on the fun!
I had my own slightly battered copy of Where the Wild Things Are as part of my classroom library. I loved reading it to my students, especially for the first time. I had one particular little boy who was seemingly unreachable. His home situation was not a good one and had little promise for improvement. He was all over the place, unable to stay still for even a minute. Frustrated one late afternoon, I asked him to bring me a book to read to him. He immediately brought over my copy and said, "Max." This was a boy who I thought paid zero attention to books being read aloud. He could barely answer a direct question. I had no idea he knew the character's name!
J. and I read Where the Wild Things Are everyday over the next few months while he was in my class. He always had interesting comments about the Wild Things and even about the rumpus. He thought that the food in the bowl at the end was macaroni and cheese. J. would sit on my lap and we would read. It was the only book he wanted to read, the only one to which he felt connected. How powerful is that? This little boy who lived in the projects, one of many children, regularly cursed at by his authority figures, who had very little stability - he connected with Max. He knew what it felt like to be called a wild thing and sent to his bed, maybe even without dinner. The day I found out that J. was not going to be in my class anymore I cried. Where was he going? Who was going to read about Max to him everyday? I sent home a copy of the book. I hope someone read it to him. Or maybe he just looked at the pictures and let himself get lost in the land of the Wild Things.
At one point in that school year I noticed a bite-sized chunk out of my book. J.had done it. We had a talk about it, but it never really bothered me. I smile now every time I see that bite taken out of the book.
Now, well now I read about Max to my own preschool-aged daughter. I take my her to the library where we enter worlds beyond our imaginations, where little girls can turn pink by eating too many pink cupcakes, bears wearing corduroys pants can talk to you, and you can take a mouse to school with you. And Max will be forever in my heart.
Maurice Sendak
1928-2012
Rest in Peace
When I was a little girl my mom brought me every week or so to library school, which was at least what I called the library preschool program in our urban city of Irvington, NJ. I remember many things about that library: the blue plastic railing going down to the basement where the children's room was; a bird who resided there, or maybe just visited, who I believed talked; the large, seemingly life-like cardboard cut-outs of the Wild Things and Max. Again, maybe they were painted, maybe they were cardboard, but large they were. Max and the Wild Things became part of my weekly visits to the library. What was originally apprehension at the sight of them became familiarity after I knew the story.
Fast forwarding several years to my post graduate classes I was taking to get my teaching certificate, we used Where the Wild Things Are as an example of a book that has wordless pages. The beauty of this book and others like it is how it gives children the opportunity to write their own story. I loved reading this book to my class and hearing all the different scenarios my preschool students would present. Several years later I attended a 3 day course called the Children's Literary Initiative or CLI. This book in particular was mentioned as one that introduces new vocabulary to children. What is a rumpus anyway? Whatever it is, let me in on the fun!
I had my own slightly battered copy of Where the Wild Things Are as part of my classroom library. I loved reading it to my students, especially for the first time. I had one particular little boy who was seemingly unreachable. His home situation was not a good one and had little promise for improvement. He was all over the place, unable to stay still for even a minute. Frustrated one late afternoon, I asked him to bring me a book to read to him. He immediately brought over my copy and said, "Max." This was a boy who I thought paid zero attention to books being read aloud. He could barely answer a direct question. I had no idea he knew the character's name!
J. and I read Where the Wild Things Are everyday over the next few months while he was in my class. He always had interesting comments about the Wild Things and even about the rumpus. He thought that the food in the bowl at the end was macaroni and cheese. J. would sit on my lap and we would read. It was the only book he wanted to read, the only one to which he felt connected. How powerful is that? This little boy who lived in the projects, one of many children, regularly cursed at by his authority figures, who had very little stability - he connected with Max. He knew what it felt like to be called a wild thing and sent to his bed, maybe even without dinner. The day I found out that J. was not going to be in my class anymore I cried. Where was he going? Who was going to read about Max to him everyday? I sent home a copy of the book. I hope someone read it to him. Or maybe he just looked at the pictures and let himself get lost in the land of the Wild Things.
At one point in that school year I noticed a bite-sized chunk out of my book. J.had done it. We had a talk about it, but it never really bothered me. I smile now every time I see that bite taken out of the book.
Now, well now I read about Max to my own preschool-aged daughter. I take my her to the library where we enter worlds beyond our imaginations, where little girls can turn pink by eating too many pink cupcakes, bears wearing corduroys pants can talk to you, and you can take a mouse to school with you. And Max will be forever in my heart.
Maurice Sendak
1928-2012
Rest in Peace
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Happy 4th Birthday Lilly!
Oh my, how time flies! I cannot believe that it is the eve of my baby girl's 4th birthday. We have been celebrating with her since Friday and that in itself is so much fun! She is just so excited by LIFE that it makes my life more exciting, adds worth to my life.
I told Lilly an abbreviated and age-appropriate version of her birth story today. I am kind of happy that I can tell this curious girl that yes, the doctor did take her from my tummy! She loved hearing it. I had started telling her in order to distract her from being upset and it calmed her and made her smile and snuggle in to me. I always loved hearing the story of how my parents had to rush to the hospital and I was born 4 minutes later. Wait...you're not surprised that I would rush onto the scene like that were you?? Seriously though, I hope that Lilly loves to hear her story as much as I love hearing mine.
Stop & Stare was playing when Lilly was being delivered.
I think our birth stories are an integral part of who we are. Even as she was growing in my womb I was beginning to know her and who she is. She was always twirling around in there, as evidenced by the, ahem, 4 time nuchal cord! And now...a skirt has to be twirly in order to make it into her wardrobe rotation. The way she would dig her toes into my rib cage, thankyouverymuch, is what she did as she would lay next to me nursing in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes when she climbs into bed with me for an early morning snuggle she still digs her toes into my legs. Besides the physical aspects, I think Lilly's personality was becoming apparent in the womb. She always responded to the OM when I would practice prenatal yoga. From a very young age I taught Lilly to take big breaths when she is upset. She has even reminded me, "Momma, you need to take deep breaths." I can hear her taking them on her own now, without a reminder. Lilly can be extremely stubborn. That became evident when she would always put her hands over her face during the 3D ultrasounds. She just would not reveal herself!
And yet her sweetness and her sense of justice can be overwhelming to me at times. She has such a beautiful soul. People stop me everywhere we go and have, since she was an infant, to tell me how beautiful she is. I think her soul just shines through her entire being. My life without her would be dark indeed.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Fresh Direct House Party
I was given a set amount of money I could spend online at Fresh Direct, plus favors for the guests: recipes, reusable shopping bags and note pads, a coupon for Fresh Direct. My original plan was to have a party at my house this past Saturday. When I realized that the only people who could attend on this weekend were my co-worker friends, I decided to bring the party to them! I ordered my groceries Friday evening from the comfort of my couch and they arrived promptly Sunday morning within my selected delivery time. I was able to get a LOT of groceries for the amount of money spent. The produce was super fresh and the meats looked great! For ground beef lovers, they carry Pat La Frieda meats. Vin said the hamburgers I made Sunday night were the best ever, and he is a better judge than I!
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| 3 of the 4 boxes |
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| Beautiful produce |
Sunday afternoon I prepped a few things, made a couple others and baked yummy Butterscotch Bonanza Bars. I packed everything in the boxes that my groceries came in and Vin carried them to the car for me Monday morning. I had kindergarten lunch duty today so afterward I went back to my office and set up. It was easy enough since I had prepped yesterday. My friends came in and I explained what House Party was and how EASY Fresh Direct was. We then all made our own sandwiches so they got exactly what they wanted while I was on panini duty. Unfortunately my griddler stopped working in the first outlet and I ended up having to move it. That is to be expected in our building, but I feel like I owe the first few people new paninis so they can see what they are really supposed to taste like!
My friends at work come from all backgrounds and some of us are moms and some are not. The one thing we all are is busy, especially at this time of the year. I think we all appreciate the ease of shopping at home and having it delivered to you. An added bonus? Fresh Direct has a plethora of healthy choices available, even in the prepared foods section.
Lunch Meeting Menu
Stacy's pita chips with Fresh Direct Cucumber yogurt dip
Fresh Direct Chicken salad with artichokes and feta
with romaine lettuce, red onion and cucumber yogurt dip on whole wheat pitas
Paninis made with Fresh Direct grilled artichokes, tomatoes, and peppers with shaved parmesan reggiano cheese
Green Goddess Rice
Butterscotch Bonanza Bars (originally from a book I read)
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